The business district of a city. Towers, church forecourts, facades, window panes, closed horizons. The weaving, the grid patterns, superimposing on top of each other. Multitude of lines, of curves, of perspectives, fleeting or absent. Then, sometimes the irruption of a piece of urban equipment, the emergence of colours, reflections breaking the rectitude and deriving reality from that space, maybe to better mock it. In the geometric profusion of this place, seeming sometimes vain and sometimes well thought out, man appear to be lost, captive of this environment he contributed to create.